polyglot in training

Don’t you forget about me…


June 08, 2014 :: 6:08 PM

milk: it does a minion good.

My last Ukrainian class was yesterday. It feels weird to know I never have to get up ass early again. I’m kind of going to miss my teacher, too.

She considered the class a success because we were able to have a conversation with very little English yesterday. I still consider MYSELF a failure for not putting in the hours and struggling with the vocabulary.

But.

I have an excellent foundation and two more ‘teach yourself’ books in my collection. I should be able to work my way through them, but my teacher has said she’ll be available if I get really stuck.

I’ve also managed to find a couple of really good tools to use for flashcards and am reaching out on some social media sites to find people who are willing to tolerate my shitty Ukrainian in exchange for practice with English.

The learning must go on because…

It appears that I can claim Ukrainian citizenship simply because my grandfather was born there. But… I need to be at least conversational or fluent, though, and I’m not even close to conversational.

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Other than that, I purchased the Harry Potter series in Ukrainian. It’s my goal to read all seven books during the summer. It’s probably not feasible (I see a lot of quality time with Google Translate or a dictionary…), but I’m going to try. I’m also planning to buy the Hunger Games trilogy.

Hey, if I’m going to struggle through the books in Ukrainian, I might as well read a story I’m familiar with. It will help fill in the gaps. I’ve already mastered the first sentence in the first Harry Potter book. How many more to go? I don’t know, but I know it’s a metric shit ton and then some.

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Work is slow. And boring.

We’re doing some tiny projects around the house since I’m finally employed and can afford to do them.

I’m going to at least two Ukrainian festivals this summer and probably a few more, depending on timing… I’ll have business cards made up with my email, blog, and skype information, so I can give them to the people I meet while I’m out and about (if they’re open to conversing with me, that is).

My Ukrainian blog is up and running. It just needs some content. And some more tweaking… the site breaks on my iPhone and there’s a few features I need to add, but I’m satisfied with where it is. For now.

I’m still alive… just boring.

Tour buses and tractor trailers


April 29, 2014 :: 7:47 PM

i love martin freeman’s partner

From time to time (especially now since hockey season is long gone), it’s easy to forget that I work in an arena.

Today, I could barely get into the parking lot because of all the trucks and tour buses.

I had to flash my staff ID at a security guard so I could get into the building.

FUCKING!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!

I have no idea who the bands are that are playing tonight, but I heard their sound checks. Oh, sorry, “line checks”. The data sheet from the producer was very clear that they weren’t doing sound checks. Dunno. They sound about the same to me. Anyhoo… The acts are classified as EDM (electronic dance music, whatever the fuck THAT is), so we can’t sell alcohol. This type of music brings out the “Molly” (or X for us old farts) users, so we keep them hydrated. Lots of water located around the arena and nothing else available. Fascinating.

On Friday, we’re playing host to “The Justin Bieber of Country Music”. His show starts early and there’s a pre-show meet and greet which means that early Friday afternoon (3-ish?), shit’s going to get CRAZY.

Teen aged girls running amok in my building. Being teen aged girls.

Fucking. Awesome.

Seriously though, I love my job like I can’t even put into words.

When I interviewed, I asked what the vacation time was like and I was told I get 365 vacation days… I seriously thought he was joking, but I love what I do and where I do it so much that every day is like a vacation day. No false advertising there!

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I’m halfway through my Ukie lessons.

That’s both good and bad. I’m still struggling to learn what I feel are basic concepts (nouns, verbs, adjectives, pronouns) because they have different spellings determined by gender and case. It’s a hard language to learn, and as I’m fond of saying, the Cyrillic alphabet is adding a new level of complexity.

*sigh*

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There’s a new all-age drum corps starting up this year. I was interested in joining it, but I cant be bothered to fill out the paperwork and send it in.

I guess that means that I’m not as interested in joining as I thought I’d be.

I’ve been thinking about starting up my work outs again, but I don’t want to pay for the trainer and I’m not going to the gym. (I’m too self-conscious and awkward to be comfortable at the gym.)

I’ve been thinking about starting fencing again, but I don’t want to compete, so what’s the point?

I looked into grad schools again.

I don’t know what I want right now…

All I know is that I’ve got a bad case of wanderlust and nowhere I really want to wander to.

*sigh*

Thank you, Easter Bunny


April 20, 2014 :: 5:53 PM

interesting…

My belly is full of kielbasa and a edible attempt at a paska.

Draco and Harry have been left to do… whatever it was they were going to do with a stop sign, a kangaroo in a purple tutu, a Sharpie marker, two candles and a USB hub. In a crowded pub, in Muggle London, with an eighteen year old ginger, while watching Liverpool beat the pants off of Man U. (The Skippah has no idea that his stupid license plate has inspired Harry’s addition to football. And, hey! I get to learn more useless facts in the name of fan fic.)

I remembered just how much I absolutely DESPISE coding CSS. I found a different template. It’s more in line with what I want, but it’s only providing the bones because I’m absolute shit at floats and clears. Every single tag is more or less (more!) being rewritten if it doesn’t have any sort of location coding. New dimensions. New fonts. New colours. You name it. By the time I’m done, you’ll never know it was a stock template that came as part of a tutorial. Other than that, the site is coming along. I’m probably about halfway done with the heavy lifting on the back end. (Coding EE 2 templates isn’t that different from EE 1, thank Dog!) I have photos from Ukie Fest ‘09 at Suzy-Q to upload. I have an entry about baking the paska and finding a Polish butcher shop. I have a Twitter account that’s sort of branded. Planning on going live by the end of next weekend. I guess we’ll have to see.

Off to go slaughter the Ukrainian language! (I mean, do my homework.)

Meat. Ukrainian meat. Yum!


April 18, 2014 :: 7:04 PM

happy birthday, david ten-inch!

If you heard any sort of orgasmic sounding screams around 3 PM EST, that wasn’t me.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nopity, nope, nope, nope.

I did not find a Polish deli within an hour’s drive from my house.

I definitely did not find a Polish deli within an hour’s drive from my house that sells kielbasa and kobanos.

I definitely, definitely, DEFINITELY did NOT find a Polish deli within an hour’s drive of my house that sells kielbasa and kobanos that tastes EXACTLY like my beloved Baczynsky’s.

Nope.

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Tomorrow’s project is to make a paska and do Ukrainian homework. I’ll probably work on UkieGirl, too… but homework has to be the priority. I feel like I’ve fallen behind even though I really haven’t.

I’m not brave enough to attempt pysanky this year, but I found my (wicked old) kit with the beeswax and stylus. I just don’t have any dye. I suppose I could try the store bought stuff, but I have a feeling that - because the way the eggshells are dyed - it may not work as well as ‘traditional’ pysanky dye. Eh, who knows…

The bread will be enough this year.

It’s taken me almost 40 years to really dig into what it means to be Ukrainian, so waiting another year won’t kill me.

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The husband is at the Bruin’s playoff game tonight, watching from one of the suites. Lucky bastard.

I’m sitting on the couch, in the dark, watching horror flicks and writing slash.

It’s my equivalent of running around the house nekkid, I guess…

 

Set up house with quinoa, quinoa with with quinoa


April 16, 2014 :: 6:48 PM

accurate tag is accurate

So… I’ve had “Чорні очка” stuck in my head for what feels live 5eva. (Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.)

That’s this song, by the way.

I wanted to look up the lyrics to see if I’m understanding them correctly - and I will do a dictionary translation - but I had to see what Google Translate spit out.

And that shit is HILARIOUS.

The black point, black point as thorns
Black points as thorns, thorns like as thorns
When we be Take, Take?

Poberemsya, poberemsya Sunday,
Poberemsya Sunday, Sunday, Sunday,
I also hope to cha, hope.

There Will such come this Sunday
Will come this Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
What we will have a wedding, wedding.

Where are you mya, mya where did you lead,
Where are you mya lead, lead, lead,
How do you not have houses, do not you?

Lead cha, cha will lead into another,
Cha lead into another, into another, into another,
While his build, build.

Put the house, put the house on quinoa,
Set up house with quinoa, quinoa with with quinoa,
And someone else does not contend, not the Vedas.

Someone Else’s House, a strange house such
Someone Else’s House is such such such
As a mother in distress, distress.

How to avoid abuses as not abusing, the grumbling,
How to avoid abuses, it hums, it hums, it hums,
And yet it is not silent, silent.

I can’t wait to see what kind of luck I have with translating it!

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